Mark Heathcote Poems

Kneeling; I pointed out to my child,
Who really as yet doesn't speak?
Look" I said: the sky is wild,
And grey. Look" at its cheek"
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Tears forever hoodwink and disobey
They vitrify molten glass to blow apart
Such is the principality they're cliche
Such is the hypnosis of a loyal heart
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Alone with her loneliness, she'd placed
In a darkened segmented basement:
Under her eyelids her impassionate prey.
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O did a tear make this ocean
O did the mildew and moss
form this an island crust
and then did the earth
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A soul may tally to the stars
Like a badge of victory honour
But who will know of the wounds
And wear its uniform of scares.
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My love
I feel your love
Soothing me my love
In a molten wave, I am taut
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'At night there are moonlit slugs…
Whose ivory body's comet'
'Out of their laurels' like Greek gods…
'Alone' these horned demons'
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A poem holds your hand
it whispers come-gather
these windblown fruits
eat of this sun's lather.
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One glorious summer's evening,
Out drinking
In an Irish Bar in a busy city center
I bought a round of drinks at last-orders.
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Old age then your backaches
becomes a viaduct arch of pain
foundation's get subsidence
you lose 10inches all elegance
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